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Toxic

by A. M. Schilling

Tizzy's rules for surviving high school: 1. Don't let the monsters know you can see them. 2. When you blow the first rule, do NOT take that as an okay to do shots with vampires. 3. Run. You ignored rule two, and now you’re hung over and have fairy hit men chasing your butt. If they catch you, surviving high school will be the least of your worries.

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Mar 5, 2014

Toxic #6: If You’ve Seen One Alley, You’ve Seen Them All

I was on a street corner waiting for the light to change, freezing my butt off and soaked to the bone. My coat was in my locker at school because I’d been too busy thinking about werewolves to remember to grab it. In my defense, I hadn’t expected it to be thirty-five and sleeting. I […]

Mar 5, 2014

Toxic #5: Puberty And Full Moons Don’t Mix

      “Toxic Cinema, #156 – Puberty and Full Moons Don’t Mix” Tonight we’re talking about “Ginger Snaps,” a little film from 2001 about suburban Goth girls with a death wish and menstrual problems. Seriously, why do writers insist on tying that time of the month to girls getting eaten by monsters or transformed […]

Feb 26, 2014

Toxic #4: How to Make Friends in Twenty Words or Less

The girl I pegged as the leader had dyed black hair like satin, and nails so perfectly manicured they had to be fake. She was perched on a stool staring into a compact, a pile of makeup spread out on her lap. The girl on her left looked like Pippi Longstocking might have if she’d […]

Feb 26, 2014

Toxic #3: Dementia: Not Just a Problem for the Living

Fall, Ithaca, NY Art was my last class of the day. It had been an okay first day – the classes weren’t any worse than the ones at my old school, at least – but I was so ready for it to end that I wanted to poke my eyes out with a pencil. Spending seven hours […]

Feb 19, 2014

Toxic #2: When Good Cheesecake Goes Bad

I was screwed, and not in a fun way. Actually, thanks to the ping of rusty metal above me, I was pretty sure I was more than screwed—I was dead. I couldn’t see what had made the noise, but I was betting on it being more vampires. It had been that kind of night. Heck, […]

Feb 19, 2014

Toxic #1: Venti Frappuccinos and Leather Don’t Mix

New York City My Chucks skidded on a mess of pavement. Considering I was running like there were demons behind me that made me about half a second away from breaking my ass. I kept it together, though, recovering my footing with a move that would never be described as graceful. I didn’t care. I […]

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